Be it the rise and proliferation of social media, the “insta-cup” mentality of many news organizations or, well, whatever, there is plenty going on around this spinning globe to get your attention. Instead of tackling one item this week, let’s look at a few. Hey, the more things I discuss, the more chances I have of irritating you with a given opinion. And, really, that’s what I’m here for, right?

On April 30, 1945, Adolf Hitler killed himself in a bunker, along with his wife of two days, Eva Braun. Reports suggest both of them took a cyanide pill to avoid being captured by Soviet troops who were moving in on their position, and Hitler finished the job on himself with a self-inflicted gunshot to the head.

To be fair, I’ve had a lot of practice at witnessing the loss of hair, as mine began its course for full-scale evacuation when I was about 16. At 25, I was sporting the Count Dracula look, with a “widow’s peak” serving as my most notable physical characteristic. And, by 33, with a head that was beginning to look like a Chia-Pet perpetually stuck on the second phase of growth, I surrendered to the hair gods and took razor to scalp.

There are three certainties one can count on in this community during the month of August: You will get angry at a fellow driver; you will hear at least one conversation a day about the quality of our local corn; and some of the best young softball players in the world will be displaying their talents in Roxana.

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”

Like many of you, I was excited earlier this week to see the baby giraffe finally be born on top of a rocket hurtling toward the heavens, while the Russians hacked into the latest episodes of “Orange is the New Black.”

This weekend marks the start of Summer 2017 for our coastal oasis, and that means steamed crabs, cold beers sodas, evenings largely spent outside and husbands wearing their darkest sunglasses on the beach so they can see bikinis the dolphins without anyone being savvy to what they’re watching.

We can all sometimes feel like the world is ganging up on us all at once. To stay on this cliché train, I think it’s safe to suggest that, at some point in time, all of us have taken stock of the circumstances surrounding us, shaken our heads and muttered, “When it rains, it pours.”